Table turning and in a flying car

I'm hanging out with coworkers - one is leaving to take Jason DeRusha's job as a reporter at WCCO, who had made the change due to budget cuts. We're in a huge room with many tables which has no ceiling. For some reason, I have to hook several electrical extension cords together so they run from a door to another at they other side of the room. We're sitting at tables waiting for something. I try to perform the "table turning" parlor trick.

I notice a sliver in my chest, driven straight into my flesh. It comes out easily. It has fins like a dart - I realize it was from a sheet of small adhesive labels and fetch a sheet like it so I can show everybody what was in my chest.

I'm flying in some sort of vehicle which is more like a car. I stop to observe a black vortex forming in the clouds, many people are watching it. I take a few pictures. I call the phone company to report it.